I must caution you: if you decide to do this, you might not like the outcome. I’m willing to bet that the majority of your wives, boyfriends, etc., will fail this test immediately.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Prepare to have your heart broken.

We live in an unprecedented age of social availability. Want to meet someone new? Make a new friend? Find a casual lover? A fourth person for a round of golf?
You can simply pick up your phone and make it happen within minutes.
Long gone are the days of leaving the house to find friends or penning a letter to send across the globe in hopes of making a pen pal.
These days, it’s almost taboo to approach someone and say, “Hi. I saw you from across the mall, and I think you’re very attractive. Would you like to get coffee sometime?”
You’d be considered a weirdo — and might even wind up on a list.

The good and the bad:

Social media, along with dating apps like Hinge and Tinder, has made organic, face-to-face interaction feel like a remnant of the past. Showing interest in someone in person is now seen as antiquated, primitive — and, dare I say, dangerous.
Our phones have become the most authentic extensions of our identities. We use them for almost everything. We navigate with them. Pay for groceries with them. Enter venues and concerts with them.
Our phones are the most intimate and personal diaries in modern history. Your phone knows you better than your own mother.
If you’re a good person and on the up-and-up, surely your browser history, personal messages, and call logs aren’t sacred or in need of concealment.

Right?

This is considered stalking and harassment by today’s standards.

Walk over to your significant other right now and ask to see their phone.

If they hesitate or refuse, I have some bad news for you.
Even worse is, “Okay, one second,” followed by frantic tapping and swiping. That’s never a good sign.

My wife and I use each other’s phones regularly.

If one of us is driving and a text comes in, it’s not unusual to ask the other to read it and respond.

I’m logged into her Facebook so I can manage one of my pages. She’s logged into my email so she can help with business inquiries.
And this isn’t about privacy. We have all the privacy in the world. I don’t go digging through her conversations because I don’t need to. She doesn’t go digging through mine because she doesn’t need to.

But we both know we CAN.

She’s talking to her ex, bro.

Here’s a red flag for the ladies:

If your man gets a call from a buddy while you all are driving and the first thing he says is, “Hey, you’re on speaker phone bro,” that’s bad news.
There’s no candid conversation I can have that my wife can’t hear as well. I don’t need to warn someone that my wife can also hear about our upcoming golf trip, poker game, or outing. The same applies to my texts, emails, and inboxes.

Your phone is, ultimately, the REAL you.

Obviously, you can’t open up your phone for the world to see. My friends don’t get to see my private conversations, business dealings, or steamy photos taken in my bedroom. My kids don’t get to scroll through my social media. My mother doesn’t vet my inbox. My neighbor doesn’t review my call log.
But your significant other — the person you’re unified with for life — should always have full transparency.
If you don’t have this dynamic, or can’t have it, something is DEFINITELY wrong.

That’s a big pill to swallow, I know.

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